I have a new obsession. Her name is Lissie. Her voice is like diamonds and razors. Like shiny chrome on a classic car. I can’t get enough of her. She’s got the look of Jewel. The voice of Stevie Nicks. The hair of Janis Joplin.

And these raw, unapologetic lyrics:

I stole your magazine
The one with the beauty queen on the front
I see her look at me,
I swear that it is mockingly
What the fu*k?
And you decide what I should like
But I don’t buy no hype
Like in the magazine
The one with the beauty queen on the front

Yeah I pumped her ‘Back to Forever’ album superloud on my commute this AM. Hair flips, the fake finger guitar on my steering wheel and all. I didn’t even care.

Maybe you’ll feel the urge too once you see this video:

Now that’s gritty girl power at its purest decibel.

Also, have you ever noticed when days run into each other, especially in winter, and they all start to feel the same – it’s funny how an album is like a book. It opens new pages on your perspective. Making everything seem different. And the stagnant less permanent.

Happy Monday.